Woodman, spare that tree! Touch not a single bough! In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now.

Near the lake where drooped the willow, Long time ago!

Law has been called a bottomless pit, not so much because of its depth, as that its windings are so obscure nobody can see the end.

It appears to me that strong sense and acute sensibility together constitute genius.

Woodman, spare that tree! Touch not a single bough! In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now.

You desire to be learned, wealthy, and great, without labor; it is one of the follies still extant in the world.